| Beyond the misty shores of Ynys y Niwl, along the marshways that lead to the place of the holy wells, lie the quiet waters of Llyn Hydd. There roams the white hart of legend, and there live the most ancient of the old kindred. There is a glamour upon that lake, hiding the island on which they dwell in the midst of the waters. No living mortal has seen this isle, but tales say the sun shines there always, that its gardens abound in fragrant flowers and summer fruit. There the air is filled with haunting music and other magical wonders. The way to Ynys Gwragedd is now locked; none may enter evermore, save for the fair women of y Tylwyth Teg, the women of faerie. This is the tale of one such faerie woman, and the role she played in the coming of the Lady of Affalon . . . |
